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I was always told that I had lumpy breast and not to worry. Around February 2002 I noticed a change in my right breast and informed my doctor who sent me to a specialist. I was told that my breast had cysts. By October 2003 I knew something was not right and went back to the specialist but had to wait until January 2004 to see her, I insisted the lumps were not cysts and finally talked them into doing a biopsy. While I was getting my biopsy the Radiologist told me I was being parinod and that everything looked normal and did a biopsy on a few spots but not the one spot I was concerned about, finally after begging the Radiologist to please biopsy the lump I was concerned about he finally gave in and did it. Four days later I get a call from the hospital telling me I'm booked for surgery. Panic struck for I had not heard from the doctors, so I had no idea why I was booked for surgery. I saw the specialist the next day and they told me it was cancer, and proceeded to apologize. The day of the surgery the radiologist who did the biopsy was putting the leads to my lump and apologized profusely for his insenistivity.
After 2 lumpectomies the margins were still not clear so I opted for a mastectomy at the age of 40, good thing to because the tumor went all the way to the chest wall and there were other cancer cells within the breast. I started chemo and it was not kind to me, I was extremely sick and fought many, many, many infections brought on by the chemo. But radiation was a breeze. Five months after treatments ended I found a lump in my left breast and opted for a mastectomy (I did not want to go through multiple surgeries again), but as it turned out the left breast was cancer free, but I was just happy not to have to continuously wonder is it or isn't it.
The whole experience has been aggrevating, exhausting, emotional, depressing and not fair, not only for me but for my daughter who was 7 at the time, no child should have to see their mother so sick. I am a single parent and the only support I had was from my wonderful friends, neighbours and siblings who all took turns taking care of my daughter when I was unable. She is now going to be 12 in Nov 2008 (but acts like she is 30) we are extremely close and grateful that we can still spend time together.
We cherish every moment of every day of every year that we are still together and able to be mother and daughter.
Last Updated: Mon Sep 29, 2008 @ 5:44pm